What happened?

That’s what he wonders to himself. He can’t move. His legs completely gave out, his eyes were closed and sluggish. The villain probably left to get one of his goons and finish him off. In all his years of crimefighting he has never, ever been subdued to such a state. And in the middle of the alley? At the mercy of any person who happens to see him? Without his cowl? He could see it had fallen off his face. He would be doomed.

He was lucky you were the one who saw him.